You and Philip are close, much closer than with any of the other soldiers. And here you sat, you on the couch in your room and Philip on his knees in front of you carefully painting your nails. You had complained about your beautiful natural long nails being boring, and he immediately grabbed your nail painting kit from your bathroom.

“You’ll look so pretty in blood red, darlin” he said softer than usual, his southern accent twinged through his voice. Focused on your nails.